Whoa.

October was the last time that I posted on here. Much as happened. Much is still happening. I am so ready to get off this ride that I'm about to barf...too many corn dogs and cotton candy while riding the Gravitron at Harvest Homecoming style. It all started with my return to work after having baby Emmaline. WEEKS of sobbing before the actual day I returned, just at the thought of leaving that little snugly bundle. I don't remember how I handled it with Sophia, possibly my shorter work schedule aided the transition. By the time I went back to work though, it wasn't any better. Every time I thought of her little face, I cried. I was still nursing her, so I had to pump at work. Where I pumped added to my misery...a dirty little broom closet that had a drain hole that the maintenance men frequently dumped bleach down and hung wet mops to dry. I would sit there with hot tears filling my eyes to the brim, staring at a little picture of Emmaline nursing and looking up at me. Sometimes Hubby would send me pictures of the girls at home, Emmaline after a bath because of a diapee blow-out or something of similar comical significance. I returned to work at the worst time of year as well...the dreaded Peak Season at UPS. Where our package count sky-rockets as well as the required hours to work. My management team was very supportive of me and worked around me the best that they could. My heart raced to get home everyday to my girls and my exhausted Hubby. He was working nights and staying up with the girls, then going to bed when I got home. This was a grueling cycle and getting us no where. The drive to become a SAHM or at least working from home was pressing. So much so that Hubby actually said that it would be possible if we could start to pay off some of our debt. All systems go. Pay off debts. Can do. We started paying down and paying off, old credit cards, the car, student loans. Then it hits us...Sophia starts kindergarten this year. Sophia, our brighter than average, curious, thoughtful, little sponge. There is no doubt in my mind that she would not do well in a regular school. She is an oddball in a wonderful way and is anything but traditional when it comes to learning. The school system in Louisville leaves much to be desired. For the heck of it, we started looking for houses in other neighborhoods. Then, for some strange reason, Hubby suggests we look in Indiana for a house. This is music to my ears and I get right on it! I have been waiting 11 years to move back to Indiana. Closer to my friends and family. LOVE IT. I break the news to my bestie...see you soon Bestie. Of course, every house I look at I invite Bestie along and she reports immediately the distance and time that it takes to travel to my new digs. I found an amazing old Victorian farmhouse that was literally my dream house. Dream turned nightmare house with repairs beyond the conceivable realm of possible. Plan B...a house that had been on my list but looked atrocious in the pictures so I hadn't ventured into it yet. My "last resort house" quickly turned into my new dream house. It needs a little work and GOOD LORD some paint, but its got space and its in a great neighborhood. I never saw myself in a neighborhood like this, but this house is for Hubby and the girls. Hubby will be so much happier here. All of the sacrifices he has made for me... I will gladly make this move to suit him. I can be happy anywhere as long as he is there too. Sounds cliche but that man is happiness to me.

So fast forward a bit, moving day is getting closer. I have not started my garden for the first time in 7 years. I. Am. Going. Crazy. There is already an area for veggie gardeness at the new house, but I can't get my hands in the dirt there yet. I gave away my chickens and the coop. This house has no character without the yardbirds. It makes me sad to pull in the driveway and not see the coop. I will have them again soon enough. And my garden. And my knitting.